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Jan.09.2012
Days have turned to night, And nights jerked to day; Black has changed to white, White to dismal gray.   Water stings like shot, Paralyzing skin; Vicious wind bites through, Reaching bone within.   Senses dulled from hurt, Far before the rain; Welcome the relief, Wash away the stain....
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Aug.07.2011
The color has faded The edges worn But the memories remain How many times I've held this in my hand The feel of the paper Familiar to my fingertips Drops of tears Stain the surface The image never changes Only my heart wrenching emotions As if an endless tornado Refusing to release me How profound...
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Aug.07.2011
Standing on the stool stirring the cookie dough. Drawing the face on the pumpkin to carve. Ripping open the first present under the tree. Blowing out the birthday candles. Clipping playing cards to your bicycle frame with wooden cloths pins and taking off. Sitting in front of a fan with a friend...
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Aug.07.2011
The heavy weighted door swings Singing from ages of exertion Waning not from duty As the passageway to fulfillment Crossing through, sparks renewal A myriad of alternatives lie beyond Absconding from the daily ritual Of life the driving force Options come as flashes of color Discrimination lends a...
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Aug.07.2011
I saw a light shining A pinpoint of gold A mere speck of brilliance Floating within my mind's eye Was it a thought about to come to me Maybe an idea of grandeur I think perhaps I shall follow Skip along to see where it leads It makes me happy I feel all glad inside because of it Is it here for a...
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Aug.07.2011
Was that a cat I heard It could be coming from the alley way Almost sounds like a woman screaming Must be a cat Such a sweet little girl Her blonde ringlets bouncing so Are those bruises on her arm just there No, must be mud So much black that boy wears Those things in his face must be painful Eyes...
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Aug.07.2011
The color has faded The edges worn But the memories remain How many times I've held this in my hand The feel of the paper Familiar to my fingertips Drops of tears Stain the surface The image never changes Only my heart wrenching emotions As if an endless tornado Refusing to release me How profound...
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Jul.09.2011
I have a question and would really appreciate some help.  I am starting to submit some of my poetry to writing contests.  Most all of the guidelines state you can only submit unpublished work.  One of the guidelines states in part... "They may have been posted online to personal blogs or...
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Jul.02.2011
Would you hold my hand without me asking?Would you kiss me without a thought?Would you whisper to me softly?Would you say your sorry if we fought? Would you swim across the ocean for me?Would you start a fire if I were cold?Would you take the world from off my shoulders?Would you stay with me when...
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Jul.02.2011
I have walked this road many times,Pebbles grinding under my feet;Looking down I keep wondering on,My gaze never leaving the street. A flicker of white catches my eye,Set square in the middle of stone;A small inviting wooden gate,Seeming but lost and all alone. I cannot see my vision is blocked,By...
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May.26.2011
Anger builds over time,Too young to know why;Not willing to listen,Does not care to try. Wanting only their way,Who needs useless rules;Defiance comes easy,Who is really the fool. No one understands,Closed minds and ears;Ever shaking their fists,Simply causing more fear. No where to run,Never...
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Apr.15.2011
The morning dew glistening in the sun,Revealing small webs of life;The chilly air requires a long soft robe,Coffee slicing my webs like a knife. Bacon fumes wafting past my nose,Inviting me to sweet sustenance;Feeling my way through sleepy eyes,To reveal the bounty abundance. Walking out on the...
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Apr.04.2011
Looking out in the distance,The path seems to blur;Where land meets the sky,I can not be sure. A thick blanket of white,Untouched and pristine;Laid out like a carpet,Not a step to be seen. As if a million diamonds,All glistening with light;The snow dances with sparkles,Such a wondrous sight....
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Mar.08.2011
Nothing but stillness all around,A void of all that stirs;Silence as the world has stopped,The darkness it has incurred. A slit of gold breaks the silence,The trumpet resounds its pitch;The tranquility has been broken,Resonance rings strong and rich. The rays of light sing out aloud,As a bow...
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Mar.07.2011
I look in the mirror and see fog,dense and laden with burden;There seems to be no end,Falling on my mind as a curtain. Faces come and go in the veil,Glimpses of grey and black;I've known and dreamt of them,Haunting vision calling me back. Breaking free is not an option,Threads wound to tightly be;...
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